Dear Michael, I'm a bit lost for words this year - but went to your Memorial site yesterday; bunch of Rosemary in hand - place as peaceful & beautiful as ever, birds chirping. It's all a bit surreal - I remember exactly the first time I ever spoke to you at the Alter and where I was when heard you had died. I remember so clearly watching TV; your coffin carried out overflowing with purple irises - the heavens opened up - thunder, flashes of lightening rain. It doesn't seem like 20 years has gone by - as all these thoughts seem just like yesterday - maybe this is space-time where all time exists and it doesn't matter what time it is, but, what we do with it. And, dear Michael you did so much in your space-time and your music - poetry continues to enrich-inspire and give hope to each generation. Your words have helped me in my darkest hours and brightest lights and I have grown so much that I know which way to go. Miss you xx